Death Road Bolivia

 Driving the worlds most dangerous road, the appropriately named Death Road, seemed like a pretty cool challenge. If you haven't heard of death road google it...Being unable to get a car, we decided to mountain bike it instead. Despite several cars and trucks a month plunging over the cliffs and over 22 mountain biking fatalities in the last decade, it seemed pretty easy,  after all, we had helmets. Having ridden it, I now see that these stats would be accurate.
The descent from 4700 to 1200 was a 63 km ride through the Bolivian jungle and ended at an animal sanctuary for monkeys. The ride was crazy, and despite our hesitations, the only other people we met on the mountain, and there were many, were Aussies. 
Having made it safely to the bottom, five knuckle whitening hours later. We were told by the bus driver, we now had to ride with him in his clapped out mini bus, back up the road of death to get home, bikes on the roof. Seriously really scary.....

                                           

                                         The start of the death road, this was a 2000 foot drop

          

                                         No not being shot out of a cannon, riding the death road.

We stopped to pay respect to one of the many mini buses lost on death road.

The bay run..... Similar, but without the fatalities.

Death road, the lunch break.

Nothing like a life risking experience to bring you together